The evening is glowing somewhere. The afternoon fading like a dream. The debut of Efluvia is the projection of that dream. Not upon the earth but upon our red cousin. Ploof, the father of many convention shattering albums all across the netlabel supernova, dissects the desolation of mars and unveils it's hidden psychedelia. Prepare to enter a metaphysical fever dream. An unfamiliar trance. A new alienation, if you know what I mean. An album that was shelved for a long while, thus being another remnant of his early experimentations. Enter this one at your peril. Your pre concieved notions of sound will be challenged, even if you're a sucker for musique concrete.